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College was supposed to be easy.
Dean was older than everyone else, twenty-three and painfully aware of it, surrounded by eighteen-year-olds who still laughed too loud and cared too much. He kept his head down. Went to class. Went to work. Came home.
And then there was Cas. His roommate was everything Dean wasn’t—quiet, sharp-edged, and completely uninterested in personal space. All black clothes and ink-stained skin, silver rings and dark eyes that lingered too long. He listened to music Dean didn’t understand, smoked out the window at two in the morning, and looked at Dean like he could see straight through him.
Dean hated it.
He hated how close Cas stood. Hated the smirk he wore when Dean snapped at him. Hated the way his stomach flipped every time those tattooed hands brushed past him in their too-small apartment.
He hated how badly he wanted him.
Or: Dean falls hard for his infuriating, pierced, emotionally unavailable emo roommate—and realizes a little too late that Cas might like being wanted.
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He may not look like he gets bitches, but honey that dick was 11 inches